And Life Would Feel Hollow

Day 16’s challenge is from Robert: Use the last line of yesterday’s poem for the first line of today’s poem.

“…and life would feel hollow.”

And life would feel hollow
as the earth without a core
And my heart would be lost
Like an ocean looking for shore

And my mind might be lose itself
as a sailor without direction
And my mouth never again speak
like a note without composition

Fill my life with happiness
Give my heart a home
And I’ll love you forevermore

Steady my restless mind
Let me sing your praise
And I’ll give you my decision…

I do.

“Tradeoff”

Halfway in through the challenge of the month.  Whoohoo!

Jared’s prompt: Write a tradeoff poem. Could be an exchange, forfeit, or swap.

“Tradeoff”

And then there are days when I wish it was different
and I wasn’t here at all
instead I’d be wherever I desired to go
and still be out after nightfall.

I see a woman in a magazine
parading the latest trend
and I’d wish I had a wardrobe like that
for parties every weekend.

Then I turn on the tube
and turn to the travel channels
so I could dream about a vacation
where I sit around eating truffles.

A tradeoff with an heiress
would definitely be nice
so I’d have time and money
– do everything twice!

But then my heart starts to wake up
with the sound of little voices coming down the hall
whose hearts are innocent and big
though their statures are small.

Ah, my children, my children,
how can I exchange a life without you?
With your mile-wide smiles,
how can say adieu?

I forfeit night outings,
dressing in fine clothing,
eating decadent truffles,
and traveling.

I wouldn’t ever swap places with anyone else
I would miss you all terribly so
My heart would ache from longing for you
and life would feel hollow.

“When He’s Gone”

Day 9 of the 2012 November PAD Challenge

When He’s Gone”

Rivers will continue their endless running
The sun will not cease from shining
The moon will still cling to the sky
Flowers and fields won’t wither and die

Ships will keep sailing on
The fog will still come every dawn
The harvest season will come ’round once more
Waves won’t stop lapping on the sea’s shores

The world will still stay the same
Though it will no longer utter his name
And me, I will go on and on
Even later, when he’s gone.

“Circular”

Day 7 of the 2012 November PAD Challenge

“Circular”

bubbles and balloons
a happy face
and the moon

my wedding ring
a volleyball
and a tire swing

an angel’s halo
a silver dollar
and a ball of snow

warm apple pie
milk chocolate malt balls
and an Oreo cookie

Geez!
I sure do love
circular things!